Kurt walked through the doors of Dalton, searching for the one person he knew he could trust here. He felt very small and insignificant in Dalton, just as he had when he had attempted to spy for New Directions. He was trying to find his way through the crowd to the dean's office when he saw the dapper guy he'd come to fall for just a little more every time he saw him. Not wanting to seem too eager, he didn't run towards him but he didn't linger hoping to be noticed. Instead, he squared his shoulders and held his head high, letting all of his confidence shine through.
"Hello Blaine, are you busy?" Kurt said coming up behind him.
Blaine spun around quite quickly and exclaimed in surprise, "Kurt! I didn't...why...what are you doing here? I thought you weren't transferring until next Monday."
"Well actually, I was looking for the dean's office. Perhaps you could help me find it?"
"Yeah, of course!" he agreed eagerly.
Well someone must be in a good mood this morning, Kurt thought to himself. He really did wish Blaine would stop smiling, it was intoxicating enough simply being around the guy. He didn't need to fall in love with him anymore.
"Kurt, Kurt are you alive? Come back Kurt." Blaine had been saying for probably about two minutes now. He couldn't help but chuckle when Kurt finally did come back to earth, and then looked away with a slight blush creeping over his face.
"We're right outside the dean's office."
"Oh," he said dejectedly.
"Well, thanks, I suppose you have class now then?"
"Yeah, but I can wait, I might have to show you to your first class," Blaine said trying to keep himself sounding nonchalant.
"Oh, okay, well thank you then. I suppose I should probably go in to keep you from missing any more of your civics class." With a final heavy sigh, Kurt grabbed the door and walked into the charming room. It had old chaise chairs and a simple, but classic color scheme. That was something he could really appreciate at Dalton. The sense of home, but it was also very fashionable. Mr. Mathew looked up from his paper work as Kurt walked into the room and introduced himself.
"Excuse me sir, I'm Kurt Hummel-"
"The transfer from McKinley, correct?" Kurt nodded.
"Good, you have been appointed a senior as a guide around Dalton, and interestingly enough, he requested you be roommates with him. We were originally going to place you in another house due to the fact that Alavern Juniors' dorms were full, but he mentioned you might wish to be a warbler and had no problem giving up his solitude to have a roommate."
"Oh? Who might this senior be?" Kurt was dumbfounded about how this person knew of his love for singing, and why he would give up a room to himself.
"Blaine Anderson."
For a minute, Kurt forgot how to breathe, he would be sharing a dorm with his best friend, not only that but the guy he had a crush on, a crush the size of an elephant.
"Mr. Hummel, is something wrong?"
"No, no sir, I was just taken by surprise that is all."
"I understand, it is rare for a senior to give up their single rooms, but you may have today to settle in, and start class on Monday with the rest of the students."
Kurt was handed a schedule and he glanced at it before putting it into his bag.
"Thank you Mr. Mathews, I would like to ask if Blaine could have the day off as well so he could show me around."
"Of course, he is one of our top students, I don't think there would be a problem with that. Could you tell him for me? I saw him sitting out there when you walked in."
"I will, is there anything else I should know?"
"Not for now, I think Blaine will explain everything properly."
"Thank you Mr. Mathews."
Kurt spun on his heel and walked out trying not to scream in delight the moment he closed the door. He looked over where he had left Blaine and he still sat there.
"So THAT'S what you were grinning about this morning!" Kurt exclaimed, his voice louder than he intended.
"I see Mr. Mathews told you who your guide is."
"AND my roommate," Kurt said with an accusing look at Blaine.
"Guilty as charged. So are you ready for your first class? Let me see your schedule."
"I don't have class today, I start officially Monday. He told me to tell you that you are not going to class either. You have been tasked the painfully dull job of show me my way around campus." Blaine laughed a little and resisted the urge to attack Kurt's hair. That might land him in class after all.
"It's won't be boring. Things are rarely bored at Dalton, we're all a little insane here, although it's all in different ways." While walking along the grand halls of Dalton to their dorm Blaine explained some of Dalton to him and it made him happy he had been placed in Alavern. " There are four different houses for dorms, with Alavern being the most quirky and random. Alastaire is the most strict, and will probably kill you before you ruin their schedule for the day. Wes and David like to bother them the most, to elicit a reaction of course. Obviously, due to the obviously polar opposite-ness the two houses aren't exactly best friends. Then there is Esturni, which is full of athletes and such."
"Oh just what the world needs, an entire building dedicated to testosterone filled meat-heads."
Blaine couldn't help but laugh, "Oh they really aren't as bad as you seem to think. Anyway, another house rivalry, Esturni is the "testosterone filled meat-heads" while Connaissance, is full of nerds who rarely can pull their nose from their textbooks. Obviously, they make the best grades in the school, or most of them do."
"Well, considering I'm going to be living there, what are the people in our house like?" Kurt asked curiously.
"On a good day? Crazy enough to make you want to sleep with a knife under your pillow. Since Dalton doesn't allow that though, I've had to settle for a dart gun and some duct tape. They don't know that though, otherwise we might be in some trouble."
Kurt stifled a giggle. Then he realized that Blaine was totally serious.
"Duct tape? Why?"
"Well lets just say that if you want them to shut up, it's easier to duct tape their mouth shut than it is to try and actually convince them to."
"Okay then...what else?"
"Well we can throw some pretty good parties, and we all cover for each other. Once a crazy always a crazy I guess, and at one point or another we all end up facing the possibility of suspension, but they usually don't, simply because we have the 2nd best house for grades. You will understand a lot more once you actually meet the people. Most of the Warblers are also in our house, so random song is quite normal. We're here now. Are you ready? There might be a few people in there."
"I'm fine. Let's go."
They walked into a huge room which had similar furniture to the deans office, but also had a sofa, as well as a fire place. Kurt assumed this was just the main common room, and there were a couple people studying, but he got the feeling this room was generally ignored. He followed Blaine up not one but two flights of stairs.
"I'll take you to explore a little bit once we have put your stuff up, but let me explain how the dorms work. On the bottom floor behind the common room, kitchen and game room-"
"There's a kitchen?" Kurt's eyes widened in ecstasy.
"Yes, there is dummy, now let me finish. anyways, behind all that, there is the freshmen dorms, then on the second floor are the sophomore and junior dorms. Then on this floor, we have the senior, prefect, and head boy dorms."
Kurt was led toward the back of the hallway. There were a lot of doors and they reached the back of the hall. There was one door at the very end, which Blaine had pointed out as the head boy's room, and they went into a room two doors before it. Kurt couldn't help but stare in awe. The room was much bigger than he expected. There was two twin beds on opposite sides of the room. Blaine's side, was clearly very Blaine-y. It was a little messy, but much better than Finn's pig sty, and he had pictures littering his wall. A couple of which were of Blaine with him, and some with Wes and David, and a few people he had never seen before. Papers were scattered all over the desk and the closet! It was big enough for both his AND Blaine's clothes.
"Normally seniors only have one bed and one desk, but I had them move another of each in here for you, and I know it's not much, but-"
"Blaine shut up." Kurt walked over and gave him a hug while holding in a sigh. This was almost perfect.
"I'm glad you like it. Do you want to explore a little?"
"Of course!"
Kurt was led down the hallway and down the stair until they were in the first room he had seen. There was a door that Blaine led him through, and he was in a huge room with a 72" flat screen TV, complete with an Xbox, PS3, and a DVD player. There were a couple sofas as well as a foosball table, and extra space.
"The game room, or just the usual hang out for everyone. You're supposed to get special permission from seniors to come in here, but we're all family so no one really cares. Everyone can come and go as they please."
Then, he was led into the most spectacular kitchen he had ever seen. There was three ovens, two refrigerators, and a lot of counter space. He gasped audibly, causing Blaine to turn and chuckle at the expression on his face.
"Blaine, I think I'm going to love it here," he said in the most awestruck tone Blaine had ever heard come from his mouth.
"Come on, I'll show you the Warbler's main meeting room."
Kurt was pulled away from heaven and back into the grand halls of Dalton Academy, and turned a couple corners. Then the doors were opened to a room holding a few instruments, a lot of chairs and a handful of tables.
"Are you going audition? I was hoping you might. We could really use your talent."
" I think I might. Could you help me with a song choice?"
"Of course! I think Ms. Lethrone might want you to audition the first chance you get. When would you be ready?"
"How about next Friday?"
"Okay, That'll be great, I'll let her know and see what she thinks."
"Thank you, for everything Blaine."
Blaine swooned slightly as that adorable smile was flashed his way. "It's nothing Kurt, I promise."
"So, can we go try out the kitchen? I'm beginning to get a little hungry."
"You do realize Dalton DOES serve food so you don't have to cook right?"
"But that's not for another hour, please Blaine?"
How could he say no to that? This was not fair. "Oh I suppose, but don't burn down the school, and you're making something for me," Blaine said with a wink. He was actually excited. He'd never tasted Kurt's cooking. Kurt let out a little squeal of delight and Blaine was literally being dragged back to the dorm.
"I should warn you, don't ever make cookies, or Chinese food for that matter."
"And why is that?"
"You'll find out soon enough if you refuse to follow directions."
"Alright, I'm making Chinese cuisene for lunch, and then chocolate chip cookies after, I'm curious."
"Fine with me, but I'm telling you, you're digging your own grave."
Kurt held true to his word, he made a chicken stir fry and it was the best damn stir fry Blaine Anderson has ever eaten. Not that he would admit that to Kurt. The last thing he needed to do was fuel that boy's ego when it came to his cooking.
"Ugh, I know this is going to go straight to my theighs, but it is pretty good, and I haven't had it in a while."
"Kurt I doubt you will even gain a pound. You worry pointlessly," Blaine said with a slight smile.
"You say that now, but when I can't fit into my new jeans I will blame you for this."
"Just be glad Alex isn't here."
"Oh?"
"You'll see soon enough."
After they had eaten Kurt took the left overs and found some tupperware to put them in the fridge with.
"Uh, Kurt? You realize no one ever comes in here except to grab a drink right? Not many people know how to cook here."
"Well good more for me to 'Dig my own grave with'."
He then began to get out ingredients for his cookies. Him and Blaine talked while he was baking, and Blaine was fascinated. He was very meticulous with his measurements unlike Alex who just decided when there was enough to balance everything else out. Kurt also could talk while he baked, where as Alex simply decided to shoo everyone away. Not a people person at all. Alex was the only person in the house who actually used the kitchen and even then, only when stressed.
The bell signalled for the classes to be finished for the day, and Darren thanked whatever god was out there that they did not have Warbler's practice today. Then he realized Kurt was going to be in trouble.
Wes poked his head in just as Kurt was pulling his second batch of cookies out of the oven and began to put away everything he pulled out as well as wash the dishes. "Kurt...? You go to...Dalton now? Oh yeah! That's right! Blaine hasn't been able to shut up about it for the past week."
At the mention of this both boys looked at their feet turning beet red. Then it came. "Are those...cookies?"
"Yes, and I just finished baking them. They still need to cool though so please do not touch them yet." Kurt turned back to finish up the dishes when he heard the door open and saw Wes and David both take a bite out of a cookie they had grabbed. They chewed for a minute then David spoke up.
"Holy shit! Kurt these are heaven!" Wes then decided to steal not one, but BOTH pans and run out the door leaving Kurt to chase after him.
"Hey! Everyone come get a cookie! See how amazing Kurt's cookies are!"
In mere moments Kurts cookies were gone and he was being lifted up by some kid he didn't know. There were shouts coming from every direction for more cookies, and compliments as well. The kid carried him into the kitchen and set him down.
"Blaine told me you made chinese food," the guy stated simply. He was very small for a guy. He was slender with longish hair that hit his chin and was a dark brown. His eyes were pools of honey, and his voice, was extremely high pitched, for a guy atleast.
"You must be Alex then."
"That I am, now where is the Chinese food?"
"In the fridge. Take it. It's too fattening for me."
"Alex, lay off of Kurt, he's just gotten here. He's not quite used to so much insanity all at once," Blaine spoke up.
"But Blainey, hunn, I'm quite the contrary I am extremely normal." He then yanked open the drawer holding silverware and picked up a spoon. It was held to kurt's throat the moment Alex spun around.
"If you are lying you will die."
He walked over and found the stir fry quite easily, and threw the spoon across the room into the sink. With an extremely girly giggle, he grabbed a fork and ran out with the entire container. Not before stopping at the door of course and spinning around to say, "Bye Blainey, Bye Kurty-bear, thank you for the love you have given me!"
Kurt couldn't help but shake his head and try to figure out what just happened. "He was-"
"Insane? Yeah Alex is a bit off, we love her to death though."
"Her? Blaine Dalton is an all boys school."
"Oh come on, it's common knowledge that Alex is a girl. You can't tell me she is very guy like. That Dalton standard issued uniform covers up a lot, but it's obvious. She's Mr. Mathew's daughter, and that is the only reason she's here. She's a sophomore."
"Blaine she threatened me, with a...spoon!"
"She liked you Kurty-bear," Blaine said grinning at the nickname.
"An obvious reason for threatening to kill me over food."
"Truly, she was nice, you just can't hold Chinese food over that girl's head. She will kill you. She nicknamed you though. I had to work for a month before I got that privalige and I don't even know what I did."
"I think I might avoid her. At least for a little while."
"You'll learn to love her. She would be there for you in a heartbeat. That's the reward for putting up with her insanity."
"Whatever you say Blaine."